Dirtyass Rock 'n' Roll Lyrics

Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your earsMaybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund FreudHey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well, you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom, bippity-bom, bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum and knowing you, it ain't ever doneSo go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah, go on, go on darling, go on, go onYeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cryWhen she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me onDirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll

Dirty-ass rock 'n' rollHey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic
In hermetically sealed kid glovesYeah, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meDirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll
Songwriters
CALE, JOHN DAVIESPublished by
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